How Old Is Beth From Walking Dead Novels & Stories

By my third month on the job, I discovered that my coworkers had been calling me "the old crow" behind my back. The nickname came from none other than Jace's condescending secretary—because at 32, I was still clutching onto an eight-year relationship that hadn't ended in marriage. I confronted Jace. "Do you know your employees have been calling me the old crow?" He didn't even bother to look up. "That's just Sadie—she speaks her mind and means no harm. You're 32; why get so worked up over what a young girl says?" Then he gave me a faint, mocking smile. "Though honestly, it's a pretty fitting nickname." It felt like a cold hand had wrapped around my heart. So that was it—eight years of my youth, nothing more than a joke to him. I turned and walked away, handed in my resignation, and blocked every way he could reach me. But for the first time, the man who had always seemed so calm and untouchable finally panicked. "Elara," he pleaded, "please come back."

I was bleeding out in a corner after a hit from a rival family. My husband, Dante—the Torrino family’s underboss—was in his car, holding his best friend's little sister. He gave me one cold look and said, "Leave her. She's a nobody." Later, after someone else saved me, I walked home, soaked in my own blood. I found Dante cradling Seraphina, fussing over her. All she had was a scraped knee. The blood covering my clothes? He didn't even see it. I just watched. Said nothing. Then I pulled out my phone and called my mother. "Mom, I need to come home."

I was three months pregnant when our enemies ambushed me on a private drive in Manhattan’s East Side. A bullet punched through the window. Glass buried itself in my shoulder. With the last bit of strength I had, I hit the Moretti family’s encrypted distress signal and called my husband, Adrian Moretti, for help. He didn’t come. Later, I found out he had pulled the Moretti family’s best trauma surgeon and security detail away that night to stay with his old flame, Evelyn Langdon. She had just lost her husband. She was carrying his child. She said a nightmare had left her gasping for air. I lost our baby in the emergency room. When I woke up, the first thing I saw was Evelyn’s new post. [Some people don’t need to ask. He’ll still drop everything and come running. Thank you, A. You always know what I need most.] In the photo, Adrian was kneeling by her bed, fastening the ruby necklace around her throat. The same necklace he had promised me for our tenth anniversary. I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I called Professor Clark. “Professor, I’ll take the classified seat at the Artemis Northern Institute. Start the Black Ice Protocol. Wipe my public identity as soon as possible.”

"How does he feel to you, Alpha Aegis?" The King maker asked. “Home. He felt like home.” Until he didn’t. Aegis was rejected by her mate—the Alpha who was meant to be her forever. He chose her sister instead, tearing her world apart and casting her into darkness. Heartbroken and alone, her life turned into a nightmare overnight. Six months after she's exiled— her parents and Ex-mate plotted to have her killed and they succeeded. But fate wasn’t finished with her. Two years later Aegis is back- not as the fragile girl they discarded, but as a Powerful Alpha. At her side stands Alpha King Damian Westwood, the ruthless King of all wolves, whose touch ignites a forbidden longing and whose secrets are even more dangerous as her own. Together, they’re bound by an ancient prophecy and a bond threatening to unravel the werewolf world. ❓ How does a woman who has been betrayed by everyone she ever loved learn to love again? ❓ Why would the family that raised her want her dead? ❓ Why would the Moon Goddess give her a second chance? • ❓And will her thirst for revenge cost her everything… even love? -- They took everything from her. Now she’s here to take it all back.--

They say you can't love with hate in your heart. But passion, heat, and attraction when fueled by hate taste all that much sweeter. Trigger warning!!! Please read at your own discretion!

After having her everything turn to ashes, human protagonist Adeline has to venture out the world lost and alone to find peace for herself. However, with a painful past still chasing her and a surfacing mystery which was supposed to be hidden deep inside of her, she soon finds out that peace is just not meant for her. Just how much will it possibly take her to rise from the ashes? Warnings: Mature language

When the mafia heir, Marco Gallante, barged into the family vault with his mistress, I was standing before the Virgin Mary statue, cross-checking bloodstained ledgers. Fiore Albero cowered behind him, pointing at the ledgers in my hands and shrieking, "Marco, I'm scared..." I did not even bother looking up, just flicked the ash off my cigar. However, Marco kicked the desk over with one swift boot. "Chiara Moltisanti, Fiore can't stand the sight of all this blood and violence. Sign the divorce papers, now!" I stared at the mess scattered across the floor, thinking back to the pregnancy report the family doctor had handed me just ten minutes ago. The Gallante bloodline was dying out in this generation. Ever since the eldest son, Luca Gallante, died in that accident, Marco became the sole heir. The Don, Carmine Gallante, dreamed of nothing more than a legitimate boy of pure blood to carry on the family name and glory. So, I smiled, bright and sharp, with unmistakable mockery. "Perfect. Since you want true love, then the Don's throne will never be yours." Besides, I never wanted Marco, that useless fool. What I wanted was the Gallante empire, a mafia dynasty spanning three continents with 100 years of roots, and the control that left him with nowhere to run and no legs to stand on. This time, I would cut him out completely, keep the bloodline, and sit at the head of the family.

Content warning-strictly 18+ | 'Betrayal' that's what I am left with. The only thing I wanted... was a happy family, a loving partner and a normal life. Was it too much to ask for? But... Everything's crushed under the mafia leader's desire. What I supposed to do now when I betrayed... by my own! A broken heart....A shattered soul.... and jinx of fragmented emotions. I don't know...where to go from here now. My doom is brought by my supposed love, I am confined with all the lies hidden beneath the faces of people around me. And that's my life now without a purpose, unable to trust and above all without a heart. Deep buried Secrets, hidden motives and the ultimate betrayal...is all I am left with, standing in the middle of deserted nowhere without any affirmation of getting rescued. He barged into my life and destroyed everything coming in his way. And that's how my experience was with 'Aaron Maxwell' the man who claim to love me!

Camila thought she'd hit rock bottom when she discovered her husband's infidelity with her own cousin, but that devastating betrayal turned out to be only the beginning - a life-altering accident would soon strip her of her very identity. But when she was forced to fake her own death and assume a new identity, she realized she had been accidentally given a second chance. This new life came with a new discovery that Camila, the once shameful and disgraceful wife of the powerful Miller family, turned out to be a force to be reckoned with, a rival worthy of respect, and a woman not to be underestimated. Not even her husband stood a chance.

"In other circumstances, I would've made you all mine" he whispered once more his eyes scanning me from head to toe. I felt my knees weaken, he winked, leaving me standing there unable to move a foot. Does he have to tease me this way? God!! This boy, is going to be the death of me!! What will happen when a girl starts falling for her hot arrogant friend who happens to live the next room? when Scarlett's best friend from childhood Anthony is back to hometown after twelve years, what will happen when she discovers how much he changed? he's this hot irresistible and arrogant guy, who started living with her under the same roof.